The Mystery of Darkness

The mystery of darkness, each has a tale, afraid to go out, I have been there as well. Many a night, as I sat all alone, my house so empty, outside muffled moans. Who could it be, why have they come, the doors all locked, I checked every one. A scratching so near, are my screens being cut, maybe it's a dog, my neighbors silly mutt. Flood lights beaming, looked like a football field, telling myself, this can't be real. I looked out the window, and out of a shadow, waddled a little raccoon, such a cute little fellow.